The opponent approached mouth filled with saliva. This was a sort of challenge to Genesis, a challenge of souls. Genesis felt nothing to the malice no longer, because his soul was now divine, he knew the true essence of the malice now, it targets your soul not your mind, if it targeted your mind the damage would be permanent.
Genesis thought if mind damage would be more vital, rare, degrading and lethal than soul damage because your soul heals over time, but was brought back to the problem at hand. There was a tall woman with a battle-axe, that was quickly approaching. Genesis had no time to get his armor, so if he got hit by the axe even a single time it would be like drinking liquid pain. He prepared his sword and he obsessed with it, he was tired because of the practice he had just done.
The woman's armor was painted in a deep black which was how she hid in the dark waiting until Genesis was tired. She ran armor making the noise of a thundering horse, yet awaking none of the blue team. Genesis clashed, sword and axe erupting into a staggering display of weaponry, they attacked each other, one having the obsession of battle art the other having the invasion of soul.
They grunted in the dark as Genesis struggled to see in the dimly lit room, it was as if the woman could smell Genesis, smell his very core. They struggled each of them having the advantage for only a slight moment. The woman brought her axe down with absolute and dominating power. It was as if thunder crashed against the tallest building but the building remained still.
Genesis took advantage of the weight of the woman's weapon, when she swung he nimbly evaded saving his nerves by the skin of his teeth. He clashed and swung against the woman's towering frame and armor, when the blade bounced back almost knocking Genesis's teeth out he knew he was in trouble with the woman's previous heavy swing leaving her axe in the ground, she grabbed Genesis by his throat leaving him straggling for air.
She kept squeezing of his throat, leaving each second more miserable than the last. This was pain, if this kept going he would truly die. He thought of ways to escape, but none came to his mind, until he saw it an opening, the slightest crease between the armor plates, he struck the point. He missed the crease completely and the woman started to laugh, that was when he struck the woman with a kick to the outstretched arm directly at a ligament in her elbow.
Genesis could see it caused her pain and he kept striking until the woman finally let go. Genesis's shoes were bloody due to the repeated kicks against the armor, reducing his speed significantly. The reduction of speed was so much that when the next swing came he could do nothing but watch.
His body was slammed into the ground, leaving cracks in the tiles of the imperfectly, pristine White Room. He body was slightly above the ground because of the strength of the slam and he looked up, his vision blurry, to see another dynamic swing of the axe.
It was then he saw it, a time in a place where he made himself, if the world was against him, then this would be his first rebellion. A time where he lashed out and saw the time and place that was to decide his fate. He struck his sword in quick succession, 2 times each aimed directly at her open face. It connected delivering a bounty of pain and she screamed as she pushed threw it. She attempted to deliver the slam but the slashes at her face where not for nothing as in the brief moment she closed her eyes, Genesis stabbed his sword into the ground and pushed with all the force in his previously feeble bones.
He recovered a sliver of stamina from the strike he could not evade. His eyesight was clear now there was no messing this up, he had missed once before but he understood it now. He gave an thunder envying roar and he slammed his sword right at her nape while she tried to redirect the swing of the battle-axe towards Genesis but he slammed his sword into her nape.
It did not pierce her skin, nor did it make her stop, but Genesis accomplished his goal anyway. He bounced away, the strength of the swing being used as a trampoline as one could not kill using the weapons here unless it was in the last 2 months. He avoided the redirected swing leaving her unbalanced and Genesis thanked God that he was born with long legs as he kicked behind her knee dropping her face first into the ground.
He took this thin opportunity to strike the back of her neck, one of place where the spine was unguarded. Every time he struck his blade into her neck she tried to get back up which only made Genesis swing harder. In one of the raged swings he swung so hard his grip on the sword lost all meaning and the sword was sent into one the towers in the massive fortress made of mattress.
Now without sword Genesis used his non bleeding hands, which quickly turned red. He kept attacking her nevertheless, until the woman finally fainted. Genesis took a breath, a breath of pure victory. He had won against, arguably the hardest force he had ever faced. He flipped the woman over and looked at her, he was going to remember her face as the challenger who almost won.
In a haste Genesis almost missed the changing of her armor from pure and pitch dark, to a light ivory. He looked in bewilderment, until a golden text was printed on the armor by no pen. It read out.
"You have defeated the White Room's vessel, you will be heavily punished and rewarded, congratulations Genesis Blotch for achieving a great feat, the White Room now wants your head."
'Well this was... an experience. What does it mean for the White Room to want my head, it is not like the White Room is a person, it cannot kill me, besides if I defeated its vessel who is to say I cannot beat it and survive this "White Room".'
Genesis confidently believed as he was still bleeding from the feet and was drenched in blood and sweat. He dragged the woman over the border and threw her axe with all his might and as if he had fallen in a trap, the ardent border spread light to the room and the axe was almost incinerated, but only the other side of the axe was burnt to crisp, giving it the shape of a hatchet.
Genesis was so glad he decided to be lazy when the axe was sent partly into ashes. Genesis took off his shoes and socks giving off a horrible stench he looked at his injured feet and ripped a piece of fabric from his sweatpants, making them shorts. He sighed and went to played his thoughts filled with the memories of the fight of his life.
***
He was awoken by Lautaro and he was screaming in a panicked state as he said.
"The room's gas is here again!"
Genesis instantly got up and saw that the lights were dimly lit as the clock said 4:07 and Genesis heard the cries of battle hungry beasts outside. Lautaro, Jae, Noel were attempting to awaken the warriors of the blue team to save them from the fate of the malice that came at night. If the Miasma of Malice came while they all slept then there would be no protection against it.
Almost automatically the blue team arose, but they were not themselves no longer, they were taken by the malice at night. The picked the closest weapons close to them as they rushed into battle against the other recently arisen team. This was a terrible scenario.
Genesis, Lautaro, Jae and Noel produced the loudest noises they could make all ordering them to stop, but they did not listen as Genesis saw the result of his actions as the battle between him and the vessel caused cracks and damage to the unholy White Room and the White Room fought back. Genesis panted and heaved because he ran all the way to the battlefront.
He assisted his frenzied comrades with his improved battle arts. His movements were still slow and sluggish as he was no master of the sword and his feet were crimson red. His knuckles also were beaten and injured, the training from yesterday along with the battle against the vessel took energy out of him. Too much energy in fact, if not for Lautaro's sword he would have been howling in displeasure.
Lautaro stood in front of Genesis protecting him from a man with a sword and spear. The spear almost missed the flat side of Lautaro's titled sword, he adjusted his movement and with overwhelming strength along with the fact that the man had a shield in his off hand, he knocked the spear out of the man's hand and subdues him.
Genesis almost fell face first into the ground due to exhaustion, he brought him self back from the clutches of unconsciousness and he kept fighting. His adapted quick turning his tired body into a deceitful one. He was slow and stagnating but that was what he wanted his opponents to believe. He attacked first with a feint and then finished it off with a swing, the pattern earned him 2 victories against, albeit easy opponents, those who had no sense of coordination in battle. It was almost disappointing to Genesis and as he fought and fought, the battle was reaching its climax.
He energy was running low and nevertheless he kept fighting. Genesis was a zombie on the field, as close to one as a human should be, half dead, devoid of energy but seeking blood. Genesis's sword struck true against those below him, he faced someone who was older than him and he was bulky, he went for the same strategy but the man did so kept a stone cold face when threatened by his feint and when the true strike came he evaded. The man lifted his sword and struck him aiming at his neck, it was as if Genesis's body had became skinnier as he avoided the blade cutting off the locks from his hair.
Genesis's body extended his both arms stretched to hit the man at the side of his neck as well as kick him at the other side of his neck hitting both side of his head causing massive damage to the temple, which knocked the man out. Genesis fell to the ground and saw the edge of a blade fall upon him, he was hurt multiple times but couldn't scream as he had no energy to.
Suddenly the malice left the peoples minds and the screen said.
"Daylight saving time has arrived the clock has been moved forwards one hour it is now 6:01 it is time for breakfast. You need a clear head to eat, now retracting the Miasma from your minds."
They were at a breakfast table and Genesis was badly hurt and he was so exhausted, he took the spoon and ate a bit of the soup prepared for him but even that took more energy than his body was willing to handle and he gave out, his only thought as his head slammed into the bowl of hot steaming soup was that.
'Couldn't they have announced breakfast 1 minute before I was brutally beaten?'
His answer was never given and he fell into the scalding bowl and he fell asleep. He was mind was hazy and was beginning to have another dream, however it was the same one as the last time and he saw the figure lead him into the room again. That was the worst time his mind could have tried to devour its self. He screamed in madness, although his praise was more uneventful than the last time, however he still saw the madness, this time he could find out the color that he had never seen before, but it changed colors again and he was punished by enduring the dream for longer than he should have.
He awoke with Lautaro and Sephina at his bedside. They gave him a hug as he woke up, Lautaro seeming like his eyes were watering. Sephina voice rung out.
"I thought you said you would sit next to me."
Genesis chuckled and then coughed he touched his face remembering what happened before he went to bed and the burns were better than he anticipated, he looked at the clock, he had just missed lunch and was just in time for training.
'I'm basically a crippled man and they want me to train?!'